Nina Parmenter, In An Arp Me Tern

I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners, and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners. Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian, you were all conceived in a seat in the Odeon, and you should defuzzle that muzzle after a dozen shots or your muzzle will rot, it puzzles this Bard from Bath when you say I act hard, that's daft, I craft the first draft with regards to retards, but I don't spar like "gangsta", more prankstar, thank ya. Hip hop Choco-latte, ow the Arty Farty Party is to tarty for a starty, this is too easy I laugh at thee, not smarty, Bath's beautiful with history it stores, Bristol looks like it fell out of a horse, we've got James Dyson and Jane Austin, you've got Baldrick and webbed off spring. Of course you went off course with the Bath beige bit, nit witt, but if we are beige, Bristol... sage and onion, If I'm rhyme goo you're rhyme ga ga, rotating between that and blah blah, Nina Parmenter my off par mentor turned mental, I'm a stray away from putting this to an instrumental, cus I think you're menstrual, coincidental you say my mouth before my mind, this is written down, no noise, talking out your behind. I see you wearing glasses Bristolian, but I'm from Bath we're different classes, I'm nearly done, if people in Bath are strange then Bristolian DNA aint got range. And I sense your bitter remain poke, "Bath Farage", I'm Mr. Bath At Large, so LEAVE WON of your remoan votes in the garbage, that's GAR-BAAGE. I know your only joking and fun poking through rhyme freedom and I sometimes free dumb, the outcome of a lout on one, shouting out me bum, but you saved it in the end with a bit of innuendo, good poke, I'm off to play Nintendo, you're tender when you bend so I wont stick it in your endo, I'm a good bloke.